It Was A Test

"Wait a minute, I have never met you before. How do you know my name?" Ashur asked in surprise, staring suspiciously at him. He hadn’t mentioned his name to the servant or this white-haired elderly man, who must be Astraea’s old Master, Damocles.

"Come in first, Ashur," Damocles said in a low voice. "There is someone who wants to see you."

Ashur stepped into the house. It was large and spacious in the seemingly small cottage, with minimal furniture decorating the living area.

Along the corridor, there were two closed doors. That must be where Damocles and Bhan slept.

In the middle of the room, there was a circular dining table and two wooden chairs. The table was so small that only two people could sit there at any one time.

And sitting on one of the chairs, currently sipping a cup of tea, was a familiar female figure, with long black hair, and piercing green eyes.